Thursday, February 24, 2005

I can't believe I'm doing this all over again

So I tried this thing years and years ago, ok. I tried setting myself up with an "online journal" many moons ago, and it never worked out. Oh, sure, I'd write in it for a week, maybe two. Then, Real Life(tm) would hit, I'd forget about the whole thing, and my pointless missives about nothing at all would disappear into the ether, much like all those reruns of Seinfeld (only not nearly as funny).

But I'm back, baby! And the only reason I'm here is because I wanted to leave stupid comments in another "online journalist's" site. (by the way, I refuse to call it a "blog" because that sounds too much like what people do in the toilet after a night of heavy drinking) But who knows, right? Maybe I'll enjoy this. Maybe I'll get thousands and thousands of readers who por over my every word, waiting for some zen-like state of enlightenment to jump out at them, smack the macross the face and tell them "NO SOUP FOR YOU!"

The chances are that this won't be around for too terribly long, though. And if you're reading this, count yourself lucky. The good people at Blogspot.com will more than likely delete it in short order, leaving you to slaver through the remaining pieces of peurile drivel that exists in small chunks all across the Intarweb.

The Me

I'm a bald man with bad eyesight. I'm 5'11" and I eat chili with reckless abandon. I'm a Cincinnati Reds fan and lover of literature. I once tackled a midget. I work with computers but my computer rarely works. My ears ring, my feet hurt, and most popular music will make my toenails curl if the weather is right. I am hopeless when it comes to understanding women or economics or why the sky is blue instead of some other color. I enjoy the smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of rain in the forest. I believe in God, but I sometimes wonder whether He believes in me. I watch television on Wednesdays and I listen to the radio when I'm in my car. My baseball coach used to tell me that I ran so slow he had to time me with a calendar and my band director once said I could be a professional cornet player if only I'd practice. I am madly in love with my wife and she is madly in love with the original CSI. I wake up each morning with a smile on my face because, even if it's cold and grey and rainy and dreary, the first thing I see in the morning is her face, and it is the most beautiful site in the world; especially after I put on my glasses.